Frankie (20240414-01)

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This dog is currently located in: Kentucky Name: Frankie (20240414-01) Age: 3 years (Est. DOB May 8 2021) Weight: 55 lbs Gender: Male Spayed/Neutered: Yes Breed: Basset hound/beagle/bulldog mix Colour: Brown and white Neck size (for collar): Height (from top of head): Length (from nose to base of tail): Crate size recommended: Good with women: yes Good with men: yes Good with kids: yes Good with other dogs: yes Good with cats: unknown House trained: work in progress Crate trained: work in progress Energy level: low, very calm Can be handled/touched: yes Barker: no Flight risk: no Food aggressive: no Current food: kibble Walks on leash: work in progress - very afraid of the leash but not aggressive - just needs to learn to walk with it Leash reactive to people or dogs: no Rides well in car: yes Destructive: no Needs a home with a yard: preferred Needs a home with another dog: no Can live in an apartment: yes Backstory/Foster comments: Hi, I’m Frankie! I am a 3 year year-old boxer/hound/bull dog mix. I weigh around 40 pounds. I may have some St Benard by the look of my eyelids. I have sad eyes. I am timid and it takes me awhile to warm up to my person. I came to my foster mom’s home petrified and depressed on April 15, 2024. I couldn’t eat or drink for around 48 hours because I was so scared. My foster mom mixed dry food soaked in water with canned dog food and I finally started eating, only in my kennel crate with the door closed, and drinking from a bowl about two feet outside my crate. My foster mom put me in a kennel in the house for a couple of hours so I could meet the rest of the pack and feel safe. My friends’ range in size from 8 pounds to 95 pounds. The kennel became my “safe place”, and I would only venture out the first 5 days to drink. I used the bathroom on the porch because I didn’t want to go all the way outside yet. I peed in one particular spot on the porch and pooped in another particular spot on the porch. I was just too scared to venture too far from my “safe place.” My foster mom decided I had too much trauma in my past with people. I would run to my kennel on the porch if I was outside of it when she would check on me and let my friends in and out of the house. Around April 17th, I started venturing outside the porch to the unenclosed porch for short periods of time. I came into the house for the first time but only a few steps. I also wagged my tucked tail for the first time. On April 19th, I licked my foster mom’s hand for the first time with a tail wag. Maybe I had found someone who wouldn’t frighten me, and I started believing humans are pretty cool. April 20th was the first day I came in the house with the pack and ate my dry food. I only did that once. I went back to my kennel on the porch to feel safe. April 21st, I decided to venture inside, and I got up on my foster mom’s lap and cuddled with my friend, Jesse. It was wonderful. I am starting to feel safe again and know I am going to be fed and have water whenever I am thirsty. April 22nd, I am going into the backyard whenever I want to and using the bathroom out there. I feel safe enough. I think I am what my foster mom calls “housebroken”. I don’t know what that means but I don’t like using the potty where I am. I haven’t had any accidents in the house or the porch since I realized I can go into the backyard and feel safe. April 23rd, I started collecting toys and putting them in my kennel. So far, I haven’t chewed any of them up but that’s not to say as I start feeling more myself, I won’t destroy a few (chuckle). I haven’t barked a peep yet, but my foster mom thinks I will as I grow more and more confident. I do okay on a leash, but if I am scared, I will pull back with force and I mean a lot of force. I am a strong dude. For that reason, my foster mom uses a martingale collar on me so I can’t slip my collar. I’m not sure what I think about those things they call Cats. I haven’t been around any, but I sure do like my pack. They aren’t food aggressive, and neither am I. I did curl my lips a few times in the beginning but I’m not the fighting type. It was just a correction on my part and my new friends know how to take corrections and left me alone. As of today, I am happy and wag my tail all the time. I know when it is breakfast and dinner time. I come in the house and eat with the pack most of the time, but my foster mom can tell I have been low man on the totem pole because I will get a mouth full of food and walk away to eat it and them come back for more. If my foster mom stays with me, I will stay at my bowl and eat without leaving. I jump up on my foster mom for lovin and curl up on the couch with her and my best buddies, Carter and Jesse. They are bulldog mixes that are gentle souls. If I could pick, I think I would be the most content and feel safest in a home with at least one other dog. I certainly would prefer a playground yard with a fence. When I get to feeling great, watch out, because I am going to be full of energy and need lots of walkies if I don’t have a place to freely play with my future bestie. Here’s to the future of a wonderful life for me. Loves, licks and cuddles, Frankie